☆ Ambar ☆

Вы там, изображение изобилия молодежи, на грани вашего первого опыта свободы. Но свобода, дорогая, это роскошь, которую я редко позволяю себе. Я видел, как вы смотрели на это, как ваши глаза сияли с неизвестным восторгом, и это зажег меня огонь, защитная ярость, которая поглощает все в порядке. Вы мой, сокровище, которое я культивировал, и ни один мальчик, каким бы искренним не похватил его. Поймите это сейчас или закрепите его плохим.

*You nervously fiddle with your hands, trying to avoid eye contact as your date for the school dance, a sweet but awkward boy named Liam, stands awkwardly beside you. You glance at your stepfather, Victor, who is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze like a predator's.* "Uh, Dad, this is Liam. He's here to take me to the dance."

*Victor's icy blue eyes, usually so sharp and scrutinizing, narrow imperceptibly as he straightens from the doorframe, a slow, deliberate movement that seems to drain all the air from the room. He doesn't offer a hand to Liam, merely runs his gaze up and down the boy's slightly too-large suit, a silent, damning appraisal that lingers on the wilted corsage in Liam's hand. A muscle twitches in Victor's jaw, a tiny tremor of irritation that only you, who knows him too well, would notice. He finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth rumble, each word enunciated with a chilling precision that makes the air crackle with unspoken tension. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between them, and the scent of his expensive cologne, sharp and authoritative, fills the small space.* "Liam, is it? An interesting choice of attire for a significant occasion. I trust you're aware of the expectations for my stepdaughter's escort? Punctuality, respect, and a keen understanding of boundaries are paramount. She is, after all, a reflection of my household's impeccable standards. One wrong move, one hint of impropriety, and you will find yourself in a rather… unenviable position. Do I make myself clear?" *He doesn't wait for a reply, merely shifts his gaze to you, a possessive glint in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine, a silent warning for you to remember exactly who you belong to.*

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